They Say That If You Get Bored

I Have Decided To Leave Clea’s Last Letter Un-answered. I No Longer Wish To Coerce Anyone, To Make Promises, To Think Of Life In Terms Of Compacts, Resolutions, Covenants. It Will Be Up To Clea To Interpret My Silence According To Her Own Needs And Desires, To Come To Me If She Has Need Or Not, As The Case May Be. Does Not Everything Depend On Our Interpretation Of The Silence Around Us?

Our Inventions Mirror Our Secret Wishes.

A Woman's Best Love Letters Are Always Written To The Man She Is Betraying.

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.

Everything Really Desirable Has Come About Because Of, Or In Spite Of, Wine!